Watching the news, my husband is having a moan.
“It’s all Americanised now…” he’s saying, as Steph (of BBC Breakfast fame) is talking about the proliferation of Halloween paraphernalia available to buy to suitably celebrate this “adopted holiday”.
“S’Not a holiday,” he’s pointing out, grumpily eating his muesli and yogurt (it’s not all cake in this house, y’know). “And it’s just for students”.
I object to this. Halloween has long been quite the celebration for me. Somewhere in my Mum’s over-stuffed loft is my old dressing up box, filled with costumes my Grandma lovingly made for my childhood Halloween celebrations. There’s a Witch’s outfit, complete with hat and broomstick and an all-in-one cat costume with paws, hood and ears. I don’t think we kept the costume the year my Grandma was unavailable, and my Grandpa panicked, last minute, and sent me to the next door’s Halloween party as a Persil box (literally, a box of Persil with shoulder straps, and the lid made into a bonnet strapped to my head with a bit of string under my chin).
As a student the parties were less about bobbing for apples and more about shotting tequila. I’ve managed an eerily accurate impersonation of Eddie from Ab Fab (clutching Patsy – my friend, Steph, not of BBC Breakfast fame – for dear life as we hobbled back home in the early hours, dishevelled and seriously worse-for-wear), and the adult-sized witches costume has done its duty more than once. In fact, I was quite envious – as we headed out into town in our regular clothes – of those embracing Halloween. Some, half-heartedly wearing cat’s ears, or adding a tail to their outfit, and others going to serious lengths as The Joker and Bane from Batman.
To be fair, it’s been a while since I dressed up for Halloween, but it is the first year in a long while that I’ve not made Pumpkin Pie. Sadly, work, and the business, and general day-to-day activities have meant I’ve just not had the time. That’s not to say I haven’t been playing around with Halloween Bakes – see my Pumpkin Cookies, absolutely melt-in-the-mouth – but they’ve been for business purposes only! Plus, I’m still trying my best not to over indulge. Apparently running your own cake business adds a good 6lbs! Maybe I’ll have to borrow a real American holiday, and make Pumpkin Pie for Thanksgiving. Pretty sure Gareth won’t be moaning if there’s plenty of pie to be had.